Night And Day

 The innocent, sweet Day is dead.

Dark Night hath slain her in her bed.

O, Moors are as fierce to kill as to wed!
-- Put out the light, said he.


A sweeter light than ever rayed
From star of heaven or eye of maid
Has vanished in the unknown Shade.

-- She's dead, she's dead, said he.


Now, in a wild, sad after-mood
The tawny Night sits still to brood
Upon the dawn-time when he wooed.

-- I would she lived, said he.


Star-memories of happier times,
Of loving deeds and lovers' rhymes,
Throng forth in silvery pantomimes.

-- Come back, O Day! said he.

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